Plasma

There is a reason we wear bones
(Ornamental regardation)
Honor is a razor
A swordfish
At a stop sign
With a nervous twitch

We ask
And we tell
The right amount of story
Let the cupboards rattle
When the genie is released
(Glory)
A soupy moment
Drenched in stock
And gelatin

Arguments over gladiators
(Enhancements)
Let them bleed open
Cavities exploding from the clock
Candy windows
Miniature sets
We are already glue
Uncomfortable in our own spin
Towelled off
Big in the brain
Trophies

(Did you see the Times Science section today?)
Man picks at hair on neck
Thinking it's a surface reaction
Now irratated
For no reason
"Dark Matter," he says
It's expanding and they don't know why
This excited him
And I'm not sure why
Fidgeter
Picker
Rubber
Whistler
Communicator
No socks
Deep tan
Earing
Baseball cap
Plaid (distressed) cotton pants
Humming
Scratching
Observing

Poems within poems
Someone deconstructs
Thanks sci-fi channel
Thanks flow regulator
Thanks rule whore
Thanks Goldilocks
Tortured lovers and Jesus freaks
It's torture just knowing you can read
(Period)
Sometimes

Lost sirens
Hopeless channels under the earth
Coral megalopolises
A steamy drift
Weightless halflife
A real battle fought
Spikes and pincers
Not sport fishing
Not ESPN
Not yet

Our invisible plot
That splits our cells
Rushes to the scene
Floods the area
Edema
Pus
Plasma
Scab

We have been drafted
We were always drafted
We will always be
(Drafted)
Heroes
Mistaken for pinacles
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6.3.08

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